Tan Yao

[Female Channel·Apocalypse·Policy·Highway Flow·No CP·Hardcore·Slow Tempo] [This book has a complete and independent world view. Please do not confuse it with other similar works. There should not be the same world view ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ] This book is the birth of Tan Yao, Tan Yao's autobiography, and also my own account. Tan Yao's world is collapsing. It's not an earthquake, it's not a war, it's forgetfulness. She survived for nine years in the cold palace relying on invisible hands. She remembered everyone, but now they are all forgotten by the world. Later she discovered that in order to repair this world, she had to go to other worlds. Go there to be seen, to be remembered, to be forgotten. The memories brought back will become bricks and tiles, laying at the edge of the world, blocking the cracks that are breaking. The price is that no one in this world will remember what she did. Every time she tinkered with it, she got further away from her own story. But she set off anyway. She didn't know how long she could hold out. She only knows that as long as she is remembered, the world can last one more day. When the world returns to normal, someone may stand on the border and see a burned-out empty shell. No one knows that that empty shell once carried an entire world on its back. There is no end, that is, there is no relief It's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't want to do it. It's not that she can't reach the end, it's that after this sword slashes out, she has to go into the next book, and the next book This pain has not healed, this life has not healed, this sword has not healed, this world has not healed